Collected Poems 1897 - 1907 by Henry Newbolt
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Gillespie came to false Vellore.
Seringapatam "The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps Heeds not the cry of man; The faith that Tippoo Sahib keeps No judge on earth may scan; He is the lord of whom ye hold Spirit and sense and limb, Fetter and chain are all ye gain Who dared to plead with him." Baird was bonny and Baird was young, His heart was strong as steel, But life and death in the balance hung, For his wounds were ill to heal. "Of fifty chains the Sultan gave We have filled but forty-nine: We dare not fail of the perfect tale For all Golconda's mine." That was the hour when Lucas first Leapt to his long renown; Like summer rains his anger burst, And swept their scruples down. |
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